Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Josef K. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.